Our life and stuff

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[ at the park - oct 09 ]
   

Legos & a Camera

 

I could hear the sound of Legos from her room today.

A few minutes later she came running to me.  Bring your camera Mom.  You got to see my big tower!

So I ran in and nearly tripped over this little thing :

Seriously?  Can that even be considered a tower? 

Usually she uses the BIG size Legos and the towers are taller than her.  But she was serious and wanted pictures - lots of pictures.

(after the first one I think she REALLY wanted to be in the pictures too)

  

  

 

She caught a glimpse of herself and realized - my goodness, my hair is not done.

She took care of that and posed for one more...

 

 

(And so concludes our pictures of Sydney her tower.)                

 

Today we practiced

Today Luke had practice with the team - the LAST tournament is this weekend. We had about 40 minutes of light so it was go.go.go.

We just watched...

like princesses...

Then it happened...

 

Do you see it?  This is not a filter or photoshop. 

It's called-  a broke down camera. 

You see... another piece fell out of the front of camera right after I took this picture:

 

It won't open or turn on or even play back. 

It is dead.  sniff sniff

 

So it was my turn to practice. 

I pulled out my phone and took some pictures.  

She had run off to find a few sticks - and returned with these...

 

Well lookie there...  my iphone ain't so bad.

 

 

I gave it some practice.  

I'm still buying a new camera the next chance I get.     

 

According to her...

Today she decided:

While driving home from Luke's school we saw someone getting pulled over.  She said she felt bad for them because she loves everyone.  She loves everyone except 'Spanish'.

What do you mean?

I don't like the people that do Spanish because they say Spanish things and I just don't know.

You can't understand them?

Yeah and because they are all Spanish and I don't know it.

They speak a different language - you can still love them.  There are lots of people that speak different - like they speak Spanish and we speak English.

We don't speak English.

Really?

No we talk - like this,  'hello' and people could know it. 

(There ya go)

 

 

Syd has a bit of a runny nose.  I could hear that she was particularly stuffy so I offered to get her a tissue-  in the form of a ball of toiletpaper... 

Mom, that is not a tissue.  That is for wiping.

Well we don't have any tissues right now and your nose is running.

I don't want that. 

Sydney... (pleading)

I want a tissue.  The ones that look like little blankets.  I just want those. 

(then she used her shirt)

 

 

 

And finally today while playing TROUBLE - she decided to give herself some long 'tapping' nails.  She even attempted to eat lunch with them one. 

She must have reapplied a dozen times before she let out a shriek and the 'nails' went flying all over the place. 

TROUBLE pegs = not good nails. Noted.

 

p.s. She did her own hair today.

 

titles and what-not

Today my darling little princess of a daughter looks over and casually mentions...

S:  Mommy?

Me:  Whaty?

S:  I want you to call me honey-bun....  Sometimes you call me Sweetie and I want you to call me honey-bun for a coupla weeks.

Me:  Sounds good

 

S:  and Mom?

Me:  yes...

S:  You're supposed to say... 'what honey-bun?'

Me:  Sorry about that.... let me try that again, what honey-bun?

S:  That's better.  Ok, you can call me honey-bun and you can call Lukie Sweetie, alright?

Me:  alright

S:  moooommmmm

Me: Oh- alright Honey-bun

S:  {all smiles}

 

He strikes again

When Al parks the car we all must exit.  The garage is tight with 2 big(ger) cars and he hugs the wall.  So we get out and wait on the porch.

Last night I said... 'I hope Daddy brought the key?'

Luke: "what would we do if he didn't bring it?"

Me: "we would use the hide-a-key."

Luke: "how would we get in if we didn't have both?"

Me: "I don't know, I guess we would have to break a little window or something."

Sydney: "I think we could just ring the ding-dong (doorbell)"

Me: "Good guess sweetie... (Al is walking from the parked car and up to the porch now so I ask him)  How would you get in if we didn't have the key and NO hide-a-key?" 

Al: "I'd probably break a window."

Luke: "Really?  I think we would just call Grandma and ask her to bring her key to our house."

DANG.... he uses such common sense and puts us all to shame once again.

( taken last weekend  -  10.25.08 )

 

p.s. Daddy had the key.

 

#101

This house is sucking every last penny from me this month.  As if the shower repairs weren't enough we decided it was time to 'spruce up' the outside, you know throw some paint on the walls. 

Any homeowner knows that includes replacing the deteriorating fascia boards, repairing stucco, sandblasting, patching, yadda yadda = thousands.  Happy Anniversary!  

OK... first of all, it NEVER rains in California!!!  For goodness sake there are even songs about it!  Any day is the perfect day to paint in California, especially Southern CA.  Samples had been up, the house was all prepped, ready to go... 

I'm driving back from taking her to school yesterday when BAM- the clouds open up like you wouldn't believe.  Seriously, here I am in a tank top with my sunglasses driving through the biggest raindrops EVER.  It was weird.

They worked on other things to stay busy and just left the house to paint today- since it was 95 degrees.  Even weirder. 

Luke did ask if we were going to redo anything inside... because he has a few plans...

L: "We can change your room to just be a bigggg bed and we can all sleep in there.  My room could be like a play slash toy room and Sydney's would be THE LOFT "

Me:  "What's THE LOFT?" 

L: "It would be like all cool games and stuff like an arcade."

Me: "What about all the stuff we have in the rooms?"

L: "We could just sell it all off, for like a profit.  We would probably be able to get like two-thousand bucks".

Me: "Draw it up."   (so mean of me to respond like there is hope)

* * * * *

Meanwhile- apparently this is post number one hundred and one.  I thought when I finally make it to that magical 100th post, it would be all special - dedicated to ALL my loyal commenters - with a giveaway and cool stuff. 

No, instead it had a picture of my daughter licking up water from a bowl off the floor like a dog.  Which, seems more appropriate- our life and stuff.  

  

dog-gone day

 
 

~ Today she wanted to be a doggy ~

( i obliged )

 

 

 

and we shall call her 'kitty'... woof woof

 

 

They keep going and going...

 

Our BUSY Friday rolled into Saturday and it tooks it's toll.

We went to Boston, you know to play at Fenway:

 

It was hot, it was dirty, it was not pretty... we lost both games.

Then both kids fell asleep on the way home.  I was SO tempted to bring them in, lay them on towels and let them rest but they were FILTHY (think layers of sunblock, dirt, sweat and half their lunch).  I couldn't have it so I put them in a quick shower.  That, along with their power nap in the car was apparently all they needed to keep going!  We however were drained.

I fed everyone, Sydney spilled her soup.  Not just spilled, it flew-  down the wall, under the glass on the tabletop, covered the chair and her.  Remember, she WAS fresh from the shower.  PERFECT

I clean that up and sent everyone away.  I dozed off for a bit and woke to some noise from her room. 

My hopes of her napping with Daddy were met with surprise.  I take a peek in and it was even sweeter...

She made him cozy along with pillow, blankies, her other babies, even room service. 

A luxurious nap includes an eye mask and a crown don't you know.

I managed to get one picture and then she popped up- "Mommmm, what are you doing?  Don't wake up Daddy!!!!" (in a quiet yelling manner).

I found Luke too- he was out on the trampoline... where do they get this energy?  I laid back down.

 

Sydney wakes me again with an announcement from the kitchen - "I'm making a sandwich"

'Super' - I thought, another mess- I didn't care.

 

You know when sometimes 2 more minutes of rest seems worth it at that moment.  Then when it takes 20 minutes to clean up you reconsider.  I will never learn. 

Finally I wise up.  Here's what I walk in on...

 

 

  

 

Looks good to me. 

She will now be making dinner on Wednesday nights. 

 

.......

 

And just because that's the way life is.

Sydney and I slept in on Sunday while the boys went back to Boston for the final game.  OF COURSE.... because I wasn't there... we won. 

It was tied in the last inning and guess who stole home for the walk off run we needed to win???

Anyone???

It was the photo opportunity of the century... anyone???

 

YES- that's right, my son. 

I've taken 50 kajillion pictures at these stinkin' games... and I missed it.

 

Next time.. right?!? ... tell me there will be a next time.

 

 

little bits of everything

My little side-kick was off to school again today.  On the way home and the way back to get her I found myself in the carpool lane...  habit

She wasn't home to share my morning shower and totally HOG the mirror:

As I hurried to get her ready it's like I hear myself, just small. 

It's crazy how these kids are a miniature version of us.  Little things she'll say or gestures... sometimes I don't even notice it.  One of my sisters will see her or hear her and they are like "Jade, that is SO YOU". 

• On our way to get Luke today I can hear her murmur "come on cars, go already".  

• Yesturday when Luke was in the shower she took it upon herself and warmed his towel in the dryer... love her.

• When she struggles to get her arm in her sweater and the hood is all tangled up she gives me an "uuuuugggh this is sooooo irritating".

• Tonight she would carefully scoop her ravioli and balance it on the garlic bread so she could eat it just like Daddy...  (even though it took 8 attempts for a single bite)

• She dropped something yesturday and she said "Oh tartar sauce" so I think there is a little Sponge Bob in there too.

• And moments when I find her like this - wanting to be just like her brother:

Then... sometimes... there are moments when it.is.all HER.  For example.

On the street of Luke's school there is a house with animals; cow, goats, horses and such.  I slow coming and going so she can take a peek.  Today they were right by the street and I asked did you see them?

 

S:    "Yes!  I saw horsies and I saw orni-corns."

Me:    "A what?" Luke and I look at each other like- she's crazy.

S:    "A  o-r-n-i-c-o-r-n."  (Nice and slowly like I'm the one with the problem)

Me:    "A unicorn?"

S:    "Ya, that's what I said it was blue and pretty and they are all over the hill"

Me:    "What does a unicorn look like?"

S:    "Like a horsie only they have a big thorn... right here".

(Silly me - they were right next to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow)

Me:    "Oh I missed them.  You'll have to point them out next time."

{ Maybe that's why she asked for a horse the other day }  

{ and I would buy you an ornicorn if I could }